On Monday, I left for Guatemala. From Oaxaca it´s a nineteen hour journey by bus. I broke the trip in Tapachula, a border town, where after having spent a restless night on board I splurged and paid a whopping $18 for a room in a hotel. I spent the day frolicking in privacy and watching movies in English on my very own TV.
At 7:00am, Tica Bus set off. I wasn't prepared for the border. But with some help I made it through. On board they played really horrible Sylvester Stallone movies. Six hours worth. Why they were in English I don't know, but wish they hadn´t been.
My guidebooks describe Guatemala City as big, dirty, and dangerous - and, well, that sums it up pretty accurately. Fortunately, I had requested to stay with what turned out to be a Godsend of a host family.
Their names are Jose and Sofia Montes, and they have two children - a boy of seven and a girl, three. They live in a gorgeous house a 30 minute drive from the city. Jose picked me up at the Tica Bus terminal. He was a very welcome sight.
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Well it's a good thing you didn't have to stay in the city!!
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